Love and knowledge  
are disseminated using the same principles;
The latter is obtained by reading, research or college
The former can be measured using many variables.

Impact people with the former,
and it will surely be passed on.
Show or treat people with the latter,
they too will spread it like roll on.

©️IB-Poetry
2/20/2018

I woke up and the sun is shining,
majestically emitting its golden glow.
In spite of this, it's a cold Scandinavian morning
and boy, the sun is putting up a real show.

So what's really going on here I asked,
why am I not yet sweating profusely?
Why am I not yet drenched in sweat and sunbaked,
Or is the arid heat being turned on slowly?

By birth, I was born a Liberian, a true African,
my umbilical cord was buried near the Equator.
My nationality is Norwegian, a Scandinavian
By virtue of the winter, I always feel like a visitor.

The African sun would shine until we hide or run
just to avoid the scorching heat and humidity.
The Scandinavian sun I feel shines and people have fun,
A factor to make me question the sun's true nationality.

So is it the same sun that rises at about 5 am in Ghana,
The one that shines brightly on the vaults of the Ashanti gold?
If it's the sun worshiped by Ancient Egypt, of the sun god Akana,
So why doesn't it burn away the snow and the extreme cold?

©️IB-Poetry
2/20/2018

I don't know how this came to be
But it just occurred to me
This dude messed a lot up.
Who made that day the Worldcup
Set aside for all lovers?
The rose flower bearers
Who uses Valentine day
To manipulate and play
Games and do shenanigans
As soon as the day begins.
How did Valentine do this?
For many, it's a day of crisis
Every day is a day for love
As mandated from above.

I, therefore, declare him dead
I wish last week was his last deed
I hope he has a heart attack and dies.
His day, essentially all a bunch of lies
Meant to discredit everyday lovers.
Those dedicated and working like bulldozers
Day in and day out to keep loving
Until this fool, Valentine returns smiling
With a few roses acting like a Casanova
Who has the benediction of love from Jehova?


©️ IB-Poetry
2/20/2018

I know where I want to be in five years,
but I really don't know how to get there.
Though I have uncertainties and fears,
as to how to start, when to start and where,
but I'm pretty sure If I do it like I did
five years ago and five years before that.
When I trusted God to guide me through it.
Encompassed by faith, I just hung on like a bat,
For One year, one month, one week, one day,
One hour, one minute, one second, at a time.
I held on through the storms, I held on all the way,
Emboldened by faith, I took a leap that got me home.

©️IB-Poetry
2/19/2018

You asked for me once
I wasn't around.
You asked twice
He's out, said Mr. Brown.

What do you want?
He asked you,
What do I want?
In fact, who are you?

I'm the landlord, he said.
Are you from out of town?
What, are you afraid?
No, you're dressed like a clown!

Haha you giggled
Are you sound?
Again you laughed as if tickled
Proof that you were a clown.

IB-Poetry
2/19/2018